In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"what?"

Mesopotamia?

The other demon pillars all turned to look at him in surprise.

"That's right, it's Mesopotamia."

Goetia raised his palm, looking at the still-burning coordinates that symbolized the last singularity, and whispered, "Didn't Solomon always think he could solve everything? Didn't he believe he could fix all the singularities and then come here to see me? How arrogant. This time I'm going to shatter his pride, make him see his own powerlessness, that he can accomplish nothing without my help, and then willingly return here."

As he spoke, Goetia drew even more power from the immense halo above his head, which had been accumulated by burning human history to extract magic, and then released it all into the Seventh Singularity.

"Throw three more Holy Grails into the Seventh Singularity, one for each member of the Three Goddesses Alliance, and then accelerate the awakening of the Primordial Mother Tiamat, completely disrupting the Seventh Singularity's plans and rhythm. Having done this, I want to see how Solomon repairs the Singularity?"

"Huh? Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

"Will the king's life be threatened?"

“I don’t think this is appropriate. Let’s stop, Goetia.”

Upon hearing Goetia's plan, the expressions of the demon pillars below changed. They couldn't quite understand what this madman was thinking, but they all began to worry.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing. I won't let Solomon die so easily. This time, I want to see him helpless in the face of human evil, and then look at me with a pitiful expression as he apologizes and begs for help! I will make him understand how insignificant he is after losing me! How foolish he was for what he did before!"

"..."

"Never mind, whatever makes you happy."

While Goetia was recounting his grand plan, the Demon Pillars, though claiming to be on his side, actually saw right through him. What grand plan? You just want Solomon to admit his mistakes and then accept you again, right? Don't act all righteous, deliberately increasing the difficulty, creating a desperate situation, and then guiding the King to beg for your help, so you can use the opportunity to expand the number of Demons and become the seventy-third Demon?

Tsk tsk, she really wears her little thoughts on her sleeve; she's not even pretending anymore.

However, this does show that Goetia wouldn't joke about the King's safety. If he really were that erratic, they'd have to figure out how to enter the Seventh Singularity today and then secretly help him.

"Ah, right, right..."

"Yes, that's right, let's do it that way."

"Whatever makes you happy."

While the other Demon Pillars were coaxing Goetia like a child, Barbatos and Lev, who had just crawled out of the exhaust vent, suddenly started chatting.

“That treacherous Goetia, how dare he treat me, his loyal subject, like this! When the king returns, I will definitely report him to the authorities.” Rafe pulled Barbatos up from below and said with a face full of resentment.

“Goetia really went too far.”

Barbatos was still a little hesitant. He asked, "However, I feel like something's not quite right. By the way, is that person really the king?"

Leif: "Isn't that a given? Who else but the King could gather and lead so many Heroic Spirits of different nationalities and with opposing stances, as well as a King himself? Only you and I know best about the King's charisma. There is no one else in the world like him. And as you have seen, even without the Ten Commandments and without us, the King is still the one beloved by the gods. The Stigmata are the best proof of that."

"Otherwise, who else do you think is qualified to call themselves our king? It can't be that vulgar Romani who only knows about anime, can it?"

After hearing Rafe's reasonable words, Barbatos nodded: "Indeed, it seems I was overthinking it."

"Hey, Barbatos, what's your stance?"

After confirming that Geitia couldn't hear the conversation, Rafe asked in a low voice.

"My stance is, of course,..."

"So you're one of them too..."

Seeing Rafe's appearance, Barbatos seemed to suddenly understand something, and the two tacitly grasped each other's hands.

[Barbatos and Floros created a group chat.]

Meanwhile, Goetia was still engaged in a verbal battle with the seventy demon pillars.

……

……

"Alright, everyone, stop asking. Can't you see how troubled Benefactor Luo Wei is?"

Because Loew hadn't explained things clearly or given everyone a definitive answer, most of the Servants present were still curious and somewhat skeptical when they asked. Gudako was especially curious, as the feeling of having the mastermind hiding right next to her was incredibly intriguing. In the end, it was the understanding Sanzang who stepped in to help Loew out of the predicament.

"Regardless of whether Benefactor Luo Wei is Solomon or not, he has already said that Solomon has given up the past and started his life anew. Therefore, the Magic King no longer exists in this world. Benefactor Luo Wei is just Benefactor Luo Wei. He is still a kind and great person. Amitabha."

"Yes, no matter who Lord Luo Wei is or what he has been through in the past, I still like the Lord Luo Wei as he is now."

Nitocris was the first to agree with Sanzang's statement. After all, she and Ramses II had already demonstrated what "substitute literature" meant. She didn't care what Lo Wei's true identity was anymore; she only loved the person, not his past or identity. Even Alter, standing nearby, said it didn't matter. She chose the current Lo Wei, and didn't care about anything else, even if Lo Wei really was Solomon.

Mashu: "If Mr. Loewe isn't one, then what kind of person would the Magic King become after he turns back into a human?"

This hypothesis prompted everyone to ponder it, since Lo Wei had made it very clear that the Magic King had given up everything and returned to being human.

If it really wasn't Lo Wei, then what kind of being would the reincarnation of the Magic King be? They couldn't help but feel a little curious.

“If that’s the case… then he must be a very wise person, right? After all, Solomon was also known as the King of Wisdom,” Bedivere said, expressing his thoughts.

Roman, far away in Chaldea, took a sip of coffee to calm his nerves.

“I think he should be a cold-hearted king, after all, Goetia just described the Solomon in his memory.”

Agravain believed that even if the Magic King were reincarnated, he could not become a child's plaything.

Roman wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I think he must have been a lecher, after all, the legend of Solomon says he had more than a thousand wives."

"—!!"

Everyone looked at Gudako, who had just made such a surprising statement, and nodded in deep agreement. "Girl, you've got the gist of it!"

“But, according to Senior Lo Wei’s idea, I don’t think the Magic King is like that at all.” Gudako seemed to understand something. She stroked her chin and began to imitate Sherlock Holmes’ expression, pondering the final answer: “Perhaps the Magic King is a very contrasting figure, that is to say…”

"It can't be someone like Dr. Roman, can it?"

Suddenly, Mashu seemed to understand, and abruptly gave her answer, startling the doctor in Chaldea who was drinking coffee so much that he knocked over his cup, and sweat broke out again. But Mashu immediately gave a self-deprecating laugh, dismissing her guess.

"How could that be? Although the doctor is very gentle, which is completely different from the Magic King, how could the Magic King who left his mark on history be a lazy bum like the doctor who has no magic talent?"

Hearing Mashu speak, Gudako, who had initially proposed the hypothesis, nodded in agreement. After all, he was the King of Magic. Even if there was a significant contrast as Lovi described, he was still the genuine King of Magic, the King of Wisdom in history. Describing Solomon as Dr. Roman was truly unfair to him. After all, even if the King of Magic were to start over, he wouldn't become a useless person like Dr. Roman.

However, Luo Wei smiled without saying a word, inwardly thinking: 'A woman's intuition is truly terrifying...'

"[Sigh, while what you're saying makes a lot of sense—someone as timid as me could never be the Magic King—at least give me some face.]"

Realizing that the conversation was going off-topic and that Ritsuka and Mashu might accidentally find out, Dr. Roman, as usual, let out a sarcastic remark.

Although she was glad that her identity hadn't been exposed, she was still quite saddened to be described in this way by Mashu, a girl she had watched grow up and who was like a daughter to her. It was even more heartbreaking than when Goetia was kidnapped.

"【So, shouldn't you be back by now? The Sixth Singularity has been repaired. Although the continuous cross-fixation by the Holy Lance and the Holy Grail slowed down the repair process considerably, it's finally a great success.】"

"【Now only the final Seventh Singularity remains.】"

Roman watched as the baseline values ​​of human reason on the instrument gradually stabilized, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

This restoration is incredibly challenging; the difficulty level is on a completely different scale compared to the previous five.

First, there was Gawain guarding the gate, three times the number of top-tier Servants, not to mention Ramses II, then there was a goddess like the Lion King, and a Grand Servant like King Hassan, and then Goetia arrived, directly manifesting a human evil. Anyone who didn't know better would think this was the final battle.

Fortunately, the final result was a close call.

However, many hidden things, secrets that were originally intended to be revealed at the end, have now been exposed.

As for Wang Hassan, whom we haven't met in a long time?

According to the agreement and his position, he should not be absent at this most crucial moment.

At this moment, outside the gates of Camelot—

The red-haired knight had already shattered half of his body, and was covered in blood and swaying precariously. The black figure opposite him was also panting heavily.

Although the light of the Holy Lance had faded and Camelot had been breached, their battle showed no sign of stopping.

This is no longer a battle where surrender is acceptable; he must seek justice for the thousands of compatriots who died at this man's hands.

Despite it being a four-on-one fight, and Tranquility not using any poison against him, Tristan deliberately activated a berserk state on himself, causing his strength to increase again and resulting in his brutal defeat of the four of them.

At the cost of three Hassans and one Zealot, they finally managed to bring Tristan to the brink of death, leaving only Cursed Wrist, dragging his churning, fleshy arm, still alive.

Just as he was preparing to sacrifice his life with Tristan to the demon in his arm.

- Swish!

It was just a seemingly casual, calm slash, just a quiet sound of air being cut, but it was unavoidable.

At this moment, Wang Hassan, who had witnessed a good show, was clearly in a good mood.

When Qaitya left, he set off from the palace to go outside and see how those good-for-nothing Hassans were behaving.

Although still clumsy, this performance was quite remarkable.

Undeterred by sacrifice, he led the mountain people in rebellion, never forgetting his hatred despite fear, fighting on the front lines until the very last moment. Having completed the test, there was no need for further pointless sacrifices. So, just before the seal on his cursed arm was released, he severed his demonic arm and Tristan's head.

Just as Tristan was beginning to realize it.

"What...is this?"

As Tristan's head was severed, he felt a tickle on his neck as he placed his fingers on the bowstring to deliver the final blow. Before he could think of the reason, his vision began to drift uncontrollably downwards. Then, with a thud as his head hit the ground, he vanished without understanding how he died, a far cry from Ramses II's performance.

King Hassan did not even grant this lost knight, this executioner, the leniency to make him understand why he died.

"Knight who is obsessed with his obsession, do you still remember your original heart? The glory of the past is now covered by blood. You are too foolish to bear. Quickly offer up your head!"

King Hassan smashed Tristan's head with his sword and said coldly.

"First, First Generation Sir...!"

When the Cursed Arm, who had lost an arm, saw the figure, his voice trembled violently. However, thinking of the legend of the first generation and the mistakes he had made, he still sincerely lowered his head and did not run away in fear as he had in life.

"Have you come to take my head?"

“Very good. Your actions are finally in accordance with your heart, Cursed Arm Hassan. This time you have finally held on tightly and will not lose it. However, I once said that if we meet again, I will kill Cursed Arm Hassan. Now that the curse has been destroyed, you may go and follow your heart’s desires and do as you please.”

However, this time King Hassan did not strike him with his sword. Instead, he left behind a bunch of incomprehensible words and disappeared.

Although Cursed Wrist couldn't quite understand the full meaning of King Hassan's words, he roughly knew that he had survived this time, and then watched King Hassan's figure disappear completely.

With this, their feud with Tristan was finally put to rest, making their trip worthwhile.

Meanwhile, at the royal palace—

"Senior Artoria."

Upon learning that Artoria, who had been by their side for so long, was going home, Mashu and Gudako, their faces filled with reluctance, reached out their arms to hug Artoria.

To be honest, at the beginning, Artoria entered Chaldea following Merlin's guidance in this world, who said that there was a way for her to go home.